"Ron," Hermione groaned as she felt his lips travel down her naked body.

They had spent a leisurely day out on one of the beaches and were not inside again. They proudly wore their wedding bands and were constantly questioned by some of the older people around town why they had gotten married so young. After explaining that true love doesn't discriminate against age, a particularly love-struck couple in their 70s bought them dinner and drinks. Then the newlyweds retired to their flat. It hadn't taken much time to get from the front door to the bedroom … and they had been there for a good two hours.

"Hmm?" he hummed against the flesh of her flat stomach.

"Now," she breathed, wiggling around on the bed trying to get him to either bring his lips up to hers or send them farther south.

"Already?" he asked as his tongue trailed up over her breasts and to her collar bone. He was ready, of course, but he rather liked all the build-up. It was hot. She was hot. He liked it when she was hot - especially when she was hot for him. Which she is, he reminded himself.

"Yes. Now. I'm ready," she begged, wiggling around a bit more. "Please. I need you."

"Anything for you, love," he said.

The sweat clinging to both their bodies made for sweet friction as he drove into her once, twice, three, four ... Their loud moans were drowned out by ...

"Holy HELL!" a booming voice shouted from behind them.

Hermione screamed as she pulled the blankets up over her bare body. Ron grabbed the opposite end of the sheet and covered himself, twisting to see his oldest brother, Tonks, and Mad-Eye Moody standing in the room.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" Bill cried.

"What are you doing here?" Ron shouted back as he placed himself between the intruders and his wife. "How the hell did you find us?"

"Never mind that," Moody said. "Get dressed and let's go. You've been ordered home."

"We're not going," Ron said. "She's safe here with me. Don't ask me to give that up."

"Ron, you're mother's filed a Missing Wizard case for you. As Aurors, Alastor and I have to bring you home," Tonks said.

"You and your girlfriend," Bill added.

"She's not my girlfriend," Ron mumbled.

"Ronald!" Hermione hissed.

"Well you're not," he whispered back indignantly.

"What is she then?" Bill asked with a sneer.

"This from the guy who can't bloody touch his fiancee because the magic realized he's a randy tosser who'll take as much as he can?"

"Well you two can't be engaged or you'd be in the same boat. So if she's not your girlfriend then that would means she's your ..." he trailed off, his eyes going wide. "WIFE!" he screamed. "That might have been something you should have added in your letter, Ronnie."

"We were trying to keep it a secret. People find out about it and it goes from Malfoy wanting to marry her to Malfoy wanting to kill her!"

"Well done with the whole 'secret' thing," Bill mocked.

"How did you find us?" Hermione asked.

"Your letters," Tonks replied with a slightly nervous, and still somewhat embarrassed, tone to her voice.

"But we didn't say ..." Hermione began.

"No, but your post-mark did. Lupin found it when he was looking over them," Moody told them in a gruff voice. "Now get dressed and let's go."

"We're staying," Ron told them defiantly. He wasn't about to let those three come in and take away the life they had begun building together. He loved her and he wasn't about to let them try to take anything away. He couldn't do it. I won't do it, he told himself.

"No," Bill told him, "you're not. Get your rubbish together and let's go." He glanced over at Hermione before looking back to Ron. "I'm serious. We'll be stationed at areas around the flat. Any way you go out we'll know ... and if you use magic they'll be tracking you." His eyes fluttered back to Hermione and he couldn't help but think the reason they ran off to get married was partially his fault. If he hadn't accused her of being a death-trap for his little brother, they may have been safe in England this entire time. "We'll fix all of this when we get back." He didn't wait for an answer before the three of them left the room.

"We don't have to go if you don't want to, 'Mione. We're both of age and married. They can't force us to do anything."

"We should get dressed," she said softly.

"You want to go back?" he asked in surprise. How could she be so willing to give up this life?

"I don't want this to ever end, Ron, but your mother won't stop until you're home. Let's just get it over with." She slid out of bed and grabbed the dress she wore for their wedding. She pulled it on and smiled over at him.

He too got out of bed and pulled on the clothes he wore for the wedding. "Might as well match when Mum goes mad," he laughed.

"I love you," she told him. "No matter what your mother says or does, remember that I love you and I always will."

"What's this all about?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss on her hair.

"She'll kick me out, Ron. I know it."

"She won't. She loves you. And besides," he added, "we're married now. She can't kick you out. You're a Weasley."

"Let's move it!" Moody shouted from somewhere in the flat.

Sighing, Hermione pulled her wand from her trunk and send their trunks to the Burrow. She took Ron's hand and they walked back out into the flat. "You'd better find a good excuse to tell the nice old lady who hired the flat for us," she told Moody before looking to Tonks. "How are we getting home?"

"What did you mean by you'll fix it when we get back?" Ron asked.

"We'll end this marriage thing as soon as we get back to the Burrow," Bill told them.

"No!" they shouted at the same time. "You're not taking this away from me, Bill. You made me lose her once. I'll be damned if that happens again."

"You can't be serious about this whole marriage thing, Ron. You're 17 for Merlin's sake."

"I don't care," he defiantly told his brother. "I love her and she loves me and we're married. End of story."

"Are you pregnant?" he asked as he turned to Hermione.

"No," she told him. "And if I were it wouldn't be your business anyway. We're married because we want to be. And I'm your sister now. You have to live with that whether you like me or not. I don't care," she continued when he opened his mouth, "that you think I'm a death-trap for Ron. I'm not. He knows that. Just like Harry and Ginny know. Malfoy won't be after you anymore. He's after me. I'm the only one he'll touch. I'm the one who ruined his plan."

"So did Ron. He married you."

"I seduced him."

"Liar," Bill chuckled.

"It doesn't matter, Bill. We're all in danger anyway. I'm done pushing my love for Ron aside because I'm afraid. We're going to make it through this. We'll all be fine in the end, I just know it." She paused. "Now, can we please go home?"

Tonks produced a portkey and they all held on, Ron taking Hermione's left hand with his right, running his finger over her gold band.